Thursday, June 25, 2009
Yellow-billed Cuckoo (Coccyzus americanus)
Yesterday, a consistent screech in the thicket behind the house pulled me, along with all the small birds in the neighborhood, out to look for danger. A snake? A cat? A hawk? The screech was that kind of death warning.
What I saw was a juvenile Yellow-billed Cuckoo making its first attempts at take-offs and landings. Awkward, each landing a riot of flapping and swaying. But not dangerous, except, perhaps, to the cuckoo.
After a while the screecher gave up and we all went back to our jobs--looking for food, finding water, tending fledglings, writing books...the beauty and drama of life flowing through us.
My thanks to Tripp Davenport for the use of his photo for this post. For more of his images, click this link for his Flickr stream: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tdavenport/3505778843/ .